Kimya Dawson

Same Shitcomplicated(Chords)

Kimya Dawson

Key: Am

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	        Intro - Am, G , Am, G, Am 

Am 
You were looking down at them, they were looking down at you. 
        G                                      Am 
You were starched and press, they were all disheveled. 

They were holding hands, they were ragamuffins and  
              G                                          Am 
They said 'I know we're not fancy, but we're on the same level. 
                                                  G 
We've got plans, big plans we're gonna change the world. 
                                                  Am 
All you care about is dollars, that doesn't make sense. 
                                               G 
All you do is hit snooze, watch the news, buy shoes, drink booze, make 
Money, feel spent. 

Am 
Day after day after day, it's the same shit. 
G 
Day after day after day, it's the same shit. 
Am 
Day after day after day, it's the same shit. 
G                                          Am 
Day after day after day after day after day.' 

Then you look at them without batting an eye and say 
G                                       Am 
'Hey little hippie, let your freak flag fly.  

Why don't you go smoke a bowl in your best tie dye,  
      G                                  Am 
Get a tattoo of a dancing bear holding a peace sign. 

You can talk the talk but when it comes to real change,  
      G 
Aren't you and all your little friends exactly the same? 
    Am 
You sit around at potlucks pointing fingers, placing blame,  
        G                            
Drinking kombucha, and eating tempeh. 

Am 
Day after day after day, it's the same shit. 
G 
Day after day after day, it's the same shit. 
Am 
Day after day after day, it's the same shit. 
G                                          Am 
Day after day after day after day after day.' 


If you are judging them while they are judging you,  
         G                                                       Am 
And you think that makes them assholes, maybe you're an asshole too. 

Do we argue with each other 'til we both turn blue, 
         G                                        Am 
Or find similarities in what we like and what we do? 

Yeah, just because someone does not look like me 
G 
Doesn't mean that they are a clone or a sheep. 
      Am 
Maybe they like their job and they're living their dream,  
         G                                   Am 
And they love their friends and their family. 

Some people thrive between nine and five,  
    G 
And feel like they're choking if their neck's not tied. 
    Am 
And some people feel as if they're gonna die 
          G                                             Am 
If their seams aren't straight and their shoes aren't tied. 

Some people like business, some people like numbers,  
    G 
Some people grow organic heirloom cucumbers,  
   Am 
And only feel free with their hands in the dirt 
    G 
In a pair of old jeans and their favorite t-shirt 
    Am 
Some people feel enslaved when they have a boss, 
    G 
Some people without one feel totally lost. 
   Am 
To make this world work it takes all different kinds. 
  G 
We have all different tastes, different strengths, different minds,  
Am 
So it doesn't make sense to generalize 
     G 
And it doesn't make sense to judge with our eyes. 
  Am 
We need more compassion, we need to be kind 
  G 
If you open your heart you might like what you find. 
  Am 
'Cause there are some mean bus drivers, but there's some nice bus drivers 
  G 
And there are some nice cops in Madison, Wisconsin. 
 Am 
And there's some nice teachers, and there's some mean teachers,  
 G 
Just because you have a mean teacher doesn't mean all teachers suck. 
 Am 
And no one is nice all the time, no one is mean all the time 
 G 
Think about what someone's going through that's making them be mean to you 
 Am 
Maybe their pet gerbil died and they are really sad inside,  
 G 
Or maybe they got in a fight with someone that they really like, 
  Am 
Maybe they are really shy and don't know to socialize 
  G 
They just want to run and hide, not saying that it's justified 
 Am 
But if we learn to empathize the resentments will vaporize 
 G 
Situations metamorphize before out very eyes. 
 Am                                                        G 
Then the need to stereotype will become outdated when we realize everyone 
  
Is really complicated. 
       Am 
We are all so complicated, we are all so complicated 
G 
I am also complicated, I am also complicated 

 Am          
I'm a black mama lactivist, a home-owning punk. 
          G 
It's been over a decade since the last time I got drunk. 
    Am 
I drive a minivan, I've got junk in the trunk. 
        G 
I think Danny Devito is a total hunk. 
       Am 
I like revisiting the shit my therapist helps me remember. 
       G 
Being friends with someone for a long time, still not knowing their gender. 
     Am 
I fight for equal rights and I fight for inner peace. 
   G 
I pray to the dead for the gratitude I need. 
          Am 
I've got chickens in my backyard and a little garden plot,  
   G 
I really hate commercials but I got a slap-chop. 
     Am 
I'm a sucker for a remix, let me tell you what,  
  G 
By the time that I am finished, you're gonna love these nuts. 
      Am 
I'm a little bit pop culture, a lot bit D.I.Y.,  
  G 
I don't know the definition of T.M.I. 
    Am 
I write poems about my period, post pictures of my log,  
  G 
If you don't like body functions then you shouldn't read my blog. 
 Am 
My husband's a musician from the mountains in France, 
    G 
He wrote me a song, we did interpretive dance,  
  Am 
Then he knocked me up, now we have the coolest kid,  
  G 
Yeah, hooking up with him's the smartest thing I ever did. 
   Am 
Now I feel like I can fly when I'm on roller skates, 
   G 
I feel a little high when I eat dried dates,  
   Am 
I feel like i'm unloading when i'm loading up the car 
    G 
I feel like i'm exploding when I play my guitar 
   Am 
I don't understand what numbers have to do with success 
   G 
Or what sales have to do with happiness,  
    Am 
Unless they're the kind of sails that will carry me to sea,  
  G 
Where my grandma and grandpa are waiting for me. 
 Am                                      G 
I never thought I'd make it to 25, now I'm 37 and I'm glad that I'm alive. 
     Am 
If I ever need a tour bus I'm still gonna drive, 
              G                                            Am 
Cause I like looking out the windshield as the world goes by,  

Looking out the windshield as the world goes by. 
G 
Looking out the windshield as the world goes by. 
Am 
Now I'm 37 and I'm glad that I'm alive 
           G                                            Am 
And I like looking out the windshield as the world goes by.
	        

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